Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
UT,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.